Journey to a world where Michael Jackson thought he could outdo Thriller, where he thought he could play a fat white man convincingly, and where Stan Winston was talked into directing this pile of shit. Rob and Ceej cordially invite you to listen to them talk like a couple of dicks over Michael Jackson’s Ghosts.
Note: The audio quality on this one is rough due to Ceej and I drinking heavily beforehand. This was a spur of the moment recording so keep that in mind. Thanks!